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Susan poured herself out some more wine. She said: “You’re nice. You must come and see me some time. I live miles away from anywhere with my father. You’ll like him.” “Tell me about him.” “He’s a curious little man with a walrus moustache.” “What does he do?” “He’s a failure.” “Where does he fail?” “Oh, he doesn’t any longer,” she said. “He’s a retired failure, you see. You must meet him.” “I’d like to.
